a light poem.

laid those metal plates in the sun

i read you like that heat somewhere

skim with my eyes cause this

light’s too dim.

bulbs burnt out while back

we are trying to adjust so as to not

bump knees.

i spin the table top.

you don’t want me? fine.

i am a moth, i like those flames

maybe if i’d stayed in the closet

but it’s too late to know now right

it was all the same anyway

just a new set of challenges

just a little more lonely

just a different reason we stayed together so long.

change the light bulbs, change your life,

they’re all door to door salesmen to me

if you got that snake oil elixir, let me tell ya

i drank a whole bottle

still waiting to shed skin

still waiting for the lights to turn back on.


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